#jaesunkim

𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 ​⇋ @jaesunkim

there is no such thing as working nine to five in the world of drug dealers and addicts - there is only demand and immediate service when that compelling urge emerges. so haedogje pa makes sure they are accessible around the clock, grinding out the good stuff like link sausages. it’s how they managed to take the market by storm, by being available, reliable and always providing their loyal customers the best of what’s out there.

but it’s also the reason why haedogje pa can be found out and getting loaded on a wednesday night. a bonding experience according to the ones that had dragged jae out of his ‘office’ and into the bar, convincing him to let them take care of him for once. it’s flattering - he has to admit - and so he easily agrees, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket as he trials behind them a little.

jaesung enjoys himself for as long as it lasts. they drink and they laugh and they drink some more until they realize it takes too much alcohol to get him absolutely hammered and they start abandoning him one by one for the friend of a friend of a guy they used to know. so jae ends up crouching over the bar, gaze shifted down to the remainders of his drink as he keeps his ears perked. he hops from conversation to conversation until he finds one that interests him, looking for a couple of secrets spilled over a glass of overpriced whiskey.  

as the night grows older, more people stray into the bar and jaesung quickly tunes into the fresh and brighter conversation in search for a new prey. unfortunately, this load comes with a whiff of old, wet dog and the vampire  scrunches his nose up, lips pulling down into a loathing scowl.

words, barely audible as they are mumbled under the vampire’s breath before he chugs the last of his drink down and motions the bartender over to order a new one.

“you really do allow any kind of guy in this bar, huh-”

@jaesunkim it’s good to be back

It’d been months, truly, since he’d last spoken with his favorite werewolf, thought that statement would imply he knows any other werewolf aside from Jaesun. He doesn’t, mind you, though at the moment maybe he wishes he did? Because werewolves run in packs, and packs mean safety- not being on your own. No, being on your own, running from everything you’ve spent a decade building, running from a vindictive gang leader who’d slit his throat for the slights against the gang- that wasn’t safe. He wasn’t safe. Yeona wasn’t safe. 

He needed to get out. 

Victor only knew of two people who’d ever gotten out of gang life alive, and he only hand one of their numbers. Though he supposed where there’s one, there’s bound to be the other. Vic hastily drafted up a text message to the young one.

💀 what is your most meaningful moment as a gang member?  

               “i once fucked up some other member’s gang tattoo, so instead of resembling the typical geomeun son tag, i tattooed a dick on his neck. pretty memorable, if you ask me. as far as i remember, it was one of the first tattoos i'd ever done. it was real detailed, too. almost looked like one of those fucked up paintings you can buy off some questionable vendor. moral of the story is; if you want genitalia tattooed onto your own skin willingly, i’m your man.”

🌟 where you see yourself in ten years?

               “married. with ten kids, just so i can raise them to be an army of little shits. good luck seoul. maybe even find daddy dearest so i can crucify the bugger. oh! i’d love to grow a beard, too. i want to skip the whole four o’clock shadow phase, and go straight to looking like korean gandalf. easy to please, as you can see.”

oh my, looks like @jaesunkim is in trouble now. 

being spellbound doesn’t make her a supernatural, or at least that's what jiwon thinks, despite how powerful her magic could get at times. she’s still considered a human compared to other creatures, in which she believes is unfortunate, but jiwon has been a witch for a quite while to even regret about who or what she is, even if it means she’s not as strong as the others. jiwon never sees herself as any other species, at least not in the nearest time---and yet here she is, with pale skin and little fangs in her mouth. at first jiwon thinks she’s only sick. that’s what they told her, she looks sick, and she doesn’t feel so good either, so that’s what she’s assuming. 

she’s sick, yet she couldn’t exactly figure out which part of her is sick, or why she’s feeling this way. it almost feels like her whole body is on fire, and her throat, it’s aching for something that is more than just water. it only gets worse every second, leaving her hopeless of what to do to get rid of the thirst, until she finally notices those little fangs in her mouth. it doesn’t take jiwon long to put the pieces together, although it might be absurd to think that she has turned into a vampire. there’s no other explanation for what’s happening to her right now, she’s determined to find out about it herself, if she really did transform into the bloodthirsty creature. 

and so when night comes, jiwon decides to go out and roam on the streets. everything seems clearer and better for the witch, it’s as if her senses have been boosted in some way, and she couldn’t deny how strong she could smell people around her. it drives her crazy how attractive their scent is, and before she knows it, jiwon has ended up hauling a man to a dark alley when he tries to speak to her, and now he’s lying lifelessly on the ground next to her feet. she wipes the blood off her mouth, recalling how sweet it has tasted like, and how alive it makes her feel. she doesn’t know how she did it, but she did, and that convinces her of what she is now. 

it’s funny, how she ends up becoming a vampire out of anything else. jiwon doesn’t know what to do with the dead body, or what’s next in the vampire guide book, but perhaps she has to go tell someone about this. she turns around to spot jaesun not far from where she is, fortunately, and given how shocked he seems like, jiwon could tell that he has seen what she did just now, for that he’s literally screaming in horror through his expression. “jaesun?” she finally calls out, a friendly smile on her lips, as if nothing bloody has happened there before. “judging from your face, i can tell you've been watching me, and whatever it is you are thinking now, it’s true.”

@jaesunkim

“you can do it,” jaeyoon tells himself, wondering into the woods and mainly the bushes, trying to hunt for his food for the first time in a while. he’s not sure if he’ll be successful this time around but he doesn’t bet his coins on it to be a successful one. at least when he goes home later, he won’t call himself a big loser for trying to hunt. 

he shifts through the bushes and tries to find any deer or rabbits, if there’s any to begin with when it’s night time. they’re probably asleep or hiding for him. after all, he’s not the best vampire to begin with and his vampire sense haven’t truly awaken yet. 

( @jaesunkim ) 

Was that him? She thought to herself as she kept at a safe distance --- She was almost positive it was the boy she had come into contact with several times years ago thanks to her lovely ex-boyfriend. She studied him, from afar of course, studied the well aged features just to make sure she wasn’t going crazy and allowing her past to just creep up on her and hit her in the face, but no, it was him. She sort of stuck to the sidelines, hidden in the masses of bodies around that were waiting to start their daily commute to wherever they may need to get to. Hanui wasn’t entirely sure why she was there, she had herself her own car, but --- Normalcy wasn’t something she had in her life that came along very often. So she figured why not be a normal commuter for once. Why not?

She stared, hard at that, hoping she had mistaken the face as one she had seen before, but it was obvious this was no mistake. Hanui stood back, thinking to herself, wondering why it was eating away at her that she was seeing him --- maybe because she hasn’t seen a familiar face like his own in so many years, too many years probably. A soft sigh seemed to escape past her lips as she allowed a few people to skip ahead of her and head towards the train now waiting for civilians to board --- She kept her head low, and her hand tightened around the strap of her purse that hung over her shoulder and began to walk to a better location to wait. 

He was getting on this one? She glanced over, noticing him going further down the platform to join the others on the train. Hers wasn’t supposed to arrive for another fifteen minutes. But she was finding herself being lead on by her feet to join the others on this train; his train --- She just stayed several steps behind him and kept her eyes focused in on anything that seemed out of the ordinary before finally she was on board. She held her breath, eyes closed for a brief moment as she thought quickly as to how she was going to explain herself if she were to be noticed, if she were to be caught, but instead she didn’t allow that to happen because again, she surprised herself and was making her way towards him the moment the train took off. 

Oh, this guy --- He hadn’t changed much in features, obviously older, obviously more matured. She was half convinced he wouldn’t recognize her, but she took the chance and approached. Casually at first standing close to him, glancing over at him, looking away, before finally looking back before her lips parted 

“It’s been awhile... How have you been?”

She tilted her head and glanced back at him, hoping for the best.

            * / @jaesunkim !

things kwon seunghan is when he’s  ( mostly )  sober: brilliant, sneaky, meticulous, careful. he wears a charming smile and has a gleam in his eyes he finds few can say no to. even when he’s not technically working, he’s scouting the nightclubs and dive bars that he dwells in late at night for things he can take, things he can swipe from right under people’s noses, stealing a kiss and stealing their money at the same time.

things kwon seunghan is when he’s drunk: kind of sleazy, a bit of a punk. still looking for the thrill of the chase, of course         theft, sex, whatever, but not nearly executing it all as well as he could with a clear head. his good looks are enough to get him laid, even when he’s messy, but there does come a point where his pickpocketing skills suffer under the effects of inebriation.

and that’s how he’s ended up running down the road from a man whose wallet he has stuffed under his armpit. he’s a goner tonight. as much as he hates to admit it, because he knows it’s bad for his reputation, knows it’s bad for geomeun son, this is exactly what he needed tonight         to get so fucked up he’s bad at the only thing he’s good at. he comes to a grinding halt once he realises he’s reached a dead end, and his less than stellar athletic abilities and the practically useless  ( and only useful pratically )  nature of his magic impedes him from hopping the wall behind him. 

his head lolls drunkenly to one side, and as the man approaches, he drops the wallet to the ground, kicking it across the dirty street closer to him. seunghan might be drunk, but he’s not so stupid that he’s going to pick a fight. seunghan spends all day sat at a compute, and all night lounging against a bar. despite a fairly tall, fairly broad stature, he’s as weak as a newborn baby.